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This is soo beautifully ethereal so haunting in tone and image, Susie❤️ especially love; "Slowly empty weights his arms. The chill of gone raises goose bumps where her perfumed body had poured sunlight across his chest."

Delicious textures in this, and something that doesn't slip down the throat quite as easily, as well. Definitely we are on the same wavelength this week, Susie--thank you for the challenge. These days anything that gets a few words out of muse makes me intensely grateful.

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Honored to be in the 6/15/18 BeZine

I store sorrow seeds and bitter roots in gold jars where memory breaks their pain into parables I've risen from. Hell prefers the unaware, the wound and not the scar, but the candle of my spirit has been formed from match strikes at midnight. My childhood stolen by hands of harm caused me to swim...